Wednesday morning, I called Powers to set up an appointment to get my serpentine belt replaced. For whatever reason, the owner was manning the phone when I called. He apparently didn't know I was already a regular customer, and ran the phone call like a marketing call. Silly man. Anyway, I was able to get a time and price esstimate out of him, for replacing a rear parking light and replacing the serpentine belt, and he suggested I bring the car in at 8am.
Mind you, that suggestion was after already mentioning that I wanted to use the car later in the same day, and how early could I bring it in? This morning, I found out, first time I happened to pay attention to the info on the door, that they open at 7:15 am. And when I called for a status update on my car at 10:30, I found out that the owner didn't put down *why* I was coming in, to have them order the appropriate part.
I explained my time requirements to the manager, and he asked me to give him until noon. Which meant I had time to read a coupl ef chapters of The Dawn Treader to the boys before checking email and getting ready to go.
But they still haven't called me, and I'm going to have to have them pick me up at home, as Flar is out on a business call until 2pm, so I don't want to over nag them.
Gonna do a bit more around here, write a couple of checks for the bank, and get everything ready to go and then call again.
Waiting ... is.